Where's Lake?
The answer is obvious.
Lake ran away.
wrong...
To be precise, Lake never entered the New Amsterdam Hospital from beginning to end. He was drinking with a group of guys in a nearby recognized police bar.
"Wow, wow, wow!"
"Go, go, go!"
Under the encouragement of a group of people, Lake drank a large glass of whiskey in one gulp. The moment the last drop entered his throat, cheers suddenly rang out in the bar.
The police officers who were on leave today or had not received the news immediately gave Lake a warm round of applause for his performance.
Lake put down his glass, pressed it with his hand, and then said to the detective who made a bet with him: "Hey, man, remember, if you lose, don't forget the money for the drink."
The detective from the precinct shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Lake's drinking capacity has always been a rumor among his colleagues. After all, George Stacy, who is known to have the best drinking capacity, has been knocked down by Lake several times. Everyone thought they could see how much Lake could drink today.
Unexpectedly...
After a simple burp, Lake sat down on a high stool at the bar and said to the blonde waitress who looked pretty good, "A glass of bourbon, thank you."
Lake still prefers to drink bourbon.
whisky?
That stuff tasted weird to Lake, but bourbon was delicious. Drinking it made Lake feel the heroic spirit of medieval western cowboys.
It was the clone who went to the hospital to work.
The clone mission is over.
nature...
Choose suicide to end the existence of the clone.
The gunshot that was heard after Jack and others entered the ICU was the shot that Lake shot himself in the head.
You're not to mention.
pain!
The clone's six senses are shared with the original body, which is why Lake hesitated for a while. Until now, when Lake rubbed his eyebrows, he felt as if there was a hole there.
But the ending is not bad.
Those who were to be killed were also killed.
I said, no one can stop me from killing the people I want to kill, and all those who reported the case have been killed. I want to see what other tricks the guy behind the scenes has.
Lake's eyes flickered.
Half an hour later.
A police car pulled up to the door of the bar.
Beckett, Esposito and Ryan walked in, and the first thing they saw was Lake drinking his wine at the bar counter.
The other people in the bar immediately turned their attention to Beckett.
After confirming the identity of his colleague, he shifted his gaze, but several detectives from the precinct followed Lake, holding their glasses of wine, and sat on the high stools at the bar.
Come to testify for Lake.
Lake raised his glass towards Beckett with a smile on his face: "Hey, Beckett, want a drink?"
Esposito came over and said, "Lake, isn't there a place for me?"
Lake shrugged and said to Inspector Allen from the Second Precinct, who was sitting next to him, "Yes, Inspector Allen just lost to me. He's paying for my drinks today."
Alan shrugged, making a gesture that it was unfortunate.
Beckett breathed a sigh of relief. "You've been here all this time?"
It would be good to have an alibi, but I'm worried that Lake doesn't have any witnesses at home or that he can't explain clearly.
When Beckett heard a police officer say that Lake was in a nearby bar, he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the bar was quite close to the hospital, so it took him a certain amount of time to commit the crime.
And Lake had an excellent motive for committing the crime.
To confirm, Beckett asked again, "You've been here the entire time. For the past hour, you haven't moved around the bar, gone to the bathroom, or gone out to make a phone call?"
Lake touched his pocket and said, "I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me. I was in a hurry to go out and forgot to bring my phone."
Inspector Allen of the Second Precinct turned to Beckett, pointed at his colleagues in the shop, and the blond waiter behind the bar, and said, "We can all prove it."
Lake's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right."
Beckett thought to himself, "What's wrong?"
Lake stood up from the high stool: "I didn't feel anything just now, but after you said that, I realized I really need to go to the bathroom."
Beckett: "…"
The colleagues in the bar were all stunned, and then they all laughed at the same time as they looked at Lake's back as he walked towards the bathroom behind the bar.
Half an hour later.
New York Police Department.
In Montgomery's office.
Sitting on the chair, Lake rubbed his still aching brow helplessly: "Boss, I'm suspended. I don't get paid for staying here."
Montgomery looked at the drunk Lake and then asked Beckett, "Are you sure this guy doesn't have any time to commit the crime?"
Beckett nodded.
Lake smiled and looked at Montgomery. "Captain, aren't those officers still alive? They'd have known it was me the moment they saw me. Luckily, I was feeling down about your suspension today and went out for a drink. If I'd been at home, I'd be completely screwed."
Montgomery had a blank expression on his face, not even glancing at Lake. "How's the on-site investigation going? Have you found out how the killer left?"
Beckett shook his head. "My colleagues from the Forensic Science Department are collecting information over there to see if they can find any useful clues."
"What about those two people?"
"Dead."
Beckett said, looking at Lake, then turned to Montgomery and said: "Captain, do you think someone is trying to frame Lake?"
Montgomery rolled his eyes. "Then the killer this guy hired must have been cheap."
Lake: "…"
You are cheap, your whole family is cheap.
Although Lai is a killer who does crowdsourcing, he still has a certain level. He never accepts ordinary orders. He has only one principle for accepting orders, that is, he will only accept orders above 50,000.
Small order below 50,000?
hehe.
Those who are waiting to place orders and those who are being ordered bid against each other. Whoever reaches 50,000 first will be accepted by Lake. It is a fair and honest business with 100% positive customer reviews.
Beckett frowned slightly.
Montgomery glanced at Lake, then turned to Beckett and said, "If those two guys weren't seriously injured or died for no reason, or if they were still alive, that would be our Inspector Edwin's trouble. But if they died, and in a high-profile manner, killed right under the noses of a group of ICU doctors and nurses, then our Inspector Edwin's trouble would be over."
"No way."
"What do you think?"
Beckett frowned and said, "Even if these two men are dead, what about the complaint against Lake for violent law enforcement?"
Lake said to Beckett, "Let me correct you. I wasn't using violence. Those two people blocked my path and tried to make a move on me, so I just kicked them one by one."
Beckett rolled his eyes at Lake and said, "I'm really speaking up for you."
Montgomery coughed and said, "You all saw at a glance that someone was plotting against him. How could we not see that? As long as no one caused trouble, would the Internal Affairs Investigation Department dare to investigate him?"
Lake tilted his head and looked at Montgomery: "Captain, I bet you a thousand dollars that they will!"
Montgomery: "…"
Beckett: "…"
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